( And Dean is done listening, anyway, Dean is moving into a food coma. He has something to say about what he's heard about the festival, but he feels the weight of the bed shift and his eyes open. )
Brcrfal?
( He sets the pie aside, the fork clattering off the edge onto the night table as he shifts forward, trying to chew. Finally, he swallows. )
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Brcrfal?
( He sets the pie aside, the fork clattering off the edge onto the night table as he shifts forward, trying to chew. Finally, he swallows. )
You're drive-by pie-ing?